On the third day at breakfast Leila was wildly excited.

The smooth ice-mailed snow shone brilliant in the sunshine.
"Coasting weather, Uncle Jim," Leila said.
"First class," said her uncle.

"Get off before the sun melts the crust." "Do be careful, dear," said Ann Penhallow, "and do not try the farm hill." "Yes, aunt." The Squire exchanged signal glances with Leila over the teacup he was lifting.

"Come, John," she said.

"No dogs to-day.